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Crystalline

The glass on the window seems to be
solidifying dirt and ice painting it
so that when the sun grey and cold
with winter comes flat against it
the crust like the grime under fingernails
needs to be dug out the air grey too
coming to wrap itself around shoulders
around unleashed dogs creeping in
to every bed a ghost tangling sheets
when no body is there not only glass
but the growing things are turning
slowly to ice the empty spaces within
expanding cell walls cracking one
by one freezerburn coming now
to shine the edges of things but
look how beautiful they are jacketed
in the thing which kills them